Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.